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"Arma virumque cano”
New Westminster, B.C., January 11, 2014
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“Arma virumque cano”
: I sing of arms and the man.
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Brugmansia
Brugmansia (a.k.a. Angel's Trumpet), New Westminster, B.C., October 9, 2022
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“The grass flames up on the hillsides like a spring fire — “et primitus oritur herba imbribus primoribus evocata” — as if the earth sent forth an inward heat to greet the returning sun; not yellow but green is the color of its flame; — the symbol of perpetual youth, the grass-blade, like a long green ribbon, streams from the sod into the summer, checked indeed by the frost, but anon pushing on again, lifting its spear of last year’s hay with the fresh life below. It grows as steadily as the rill oozes out of the ground. It is almost identical with that, for in the growing days of June, when the rills are dry, the grass-blades are their channels, and from year to year the herds drink at this perennial green stream, and the mower draws from it betimes their winter supply. So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.”
Earth’s Eye
New Westminster, B.C., June 2013
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“A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. The fluviatile trees next the shore are the slender eyelashes which fringe it, and the wooded hills and cliffs around are its overhanging brows.”
Urban
New Westminster, B.C., January 26, 2022
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“Whatsoever therefore is consequent to a time of war, where every
man is enemy to every man, the same consequent to the time wherein men live without other security than what their own strength and their own invention shall furnish them withal. In such condition there is no place for industry, because the fruit thereof is uncertain: and conse- quently no culture of the earth; no navigation, nor use of the commodi- ties that may be imported by sea; no commodious building; no instru- ments of moving and removing such things as require much force; no knowledge of the face of the earth; no account of time; no arts; no let- ters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.”
Poplar Island
Poplar Island in Autumn, Fraser River, B.C., November 2021.
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“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.can make all the difference.”
Poplar Island
Poplar Island in the Fraser River, New Westminster, B.C., October 2021
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“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.”
Autumn
New Westminster, B.C., September 2018
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“Already, by the first of September, I had seen two or three small maples turned scarlet across the pond, beneath where the white stems of three aspens diverged, at the point of a promontory, next the water. Ah, many a tale their color told! And gradually from week to week the character of each tree came out, and it admired itself reflected in the smooth mirror of the lake. Each morning the manager of this gallery substituted some new picture, distinguished by more brilliant or harmonious coloring, for the old upon the walls. ”
Morning Stretch
Great Blue Heron stretches on a piling in the Fraser River, New Westminster, B.C., September 2021.
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“All memorable events, I should say, transpire in morning time and in a morning atmosphere. The Vedas say, ‘All intelligences awake with the morning.’”